Taking Charge

Daddy is taking control today. He's tired of the sassy, bitchy attitude and tired of the constant disrespect. This boy is going to learn who's in charge, and the lesson is going to be a long humiliating one bare ass up over his knee spanking. 

Right now the bratty boi is whining that he can't be treated like this, that he's too old to be spanked, too old to lie on his Dad's lap with his underwear pulled down and feel his big hand on his naked ass.

In a few hours, he would give anything to be back in this position, still holding on to some of his pride and dignity. But it will be too late: the man of the house is going to smack them away, permanently and when Daddy is done spanking him the next thing is his son will be p_ssy up for a hard rough cunting & more spanking, this time hopefully a lil more playful spanking but nonetheless a sore ass and a sore pussy.

Memes

 

Dick and pussy as nature intended

The temporary pain is nothing compared to the wonderful fullness I feel when a man’s cock is buried deep inside my starving pussy. Sometimes I’ll cum from just the fucking, but that is a secondary pleasure, not a requirement; what is a requirement is the pussy stretch. I love sucking dick, but when a man is using my pussy, when he’s really cunting me out for all he is worth, I can fully surrender like no other time in my life. It’s that when a man is using me, I mean really releasing his primal self I feel a sense of self worth and value. I feel like my full, authentic self with my cunt stuffed.

Perspective is everything for me. When an Alpha uses his body to fuck,  deep in the rut of his fuck, the only sensation he wants to feel is pleasure; and that pleasure is coming from my pussy. That pleasure comes from my open, gaping cunt that is taking that relentless rut. Every sense of the male is focused on arriving at his destination. Ejaculation--- hopefully breeding me but again not a requirement and really his decision to make not mine. Nothing else matters.

And in the wonderful brutality of his dicking me down, gaping me fully open, stretching my pussy to fit his big dick I discover “self worth”.  It’s like we are two entirely different species.  Alpha and beta. Daddy and baby gurl.

The Twins

It wasn't easy having having twin sons and being a single father. The wife fled with some young gigolo after they were born. It was alright with me anyway, but I became mother & father especially those very early years, thank god for my mom who helped watching them while I worked. The years flew, and they grew so fast. Kevin and Kyle were close, the kind of twins that could read each other minds, so much so it was a lil creepy but in a loving way.

We lived in a small 1930's bungalow home and they shared a room with their twin beds until they protested at ten and wanted one queen bed for a lil more sleeping room. They became quiet, even with me around; even a bit withdrawn after that bed was bought.

Now I was the kind of father that encouraged nudity, as I'm a big time nudist myself and our earliest trips were to family nudist spots so my bois grew not having an issue around nudity or seeing others nude. I'm also the type of Dad that also had the birds and bees talk with them both at ten, before their friends...hopefully... told them first. Even told them about gay sex, which I'll admit might seem unusual for a father to have that conversation with his sons, but I wanted to be supportive if they were.

As they grew older it wasn't unusual to someone in our house with an erection and the bois were comfortable with that as well,  One night when they were fourteen in the middle of the night, around three a.m. I had to use the john; so I got out of bed nude, as I've slept nude since I was twelve, Padding my way down the hall I approach my sons bedroom and the door is open, which is not all that unusual. They were asleep on the bed, the sheet hanging off the side of the and the bois were sleeping nude. What I found curious was they were sleeping in a sixty nine, with each others penis's in their mouths. I quietly walked by as my dick began to stiffen. Did my business in the bathroom and quietly walked back to my bedroom with a full on hard on.

Got back to my bed and jerked off to that image, them sucking each other off. But as I began to drift off I wandered what else they were doing. It was my dreams that scared me to a degree as I've never thought of myself as gay, my brother Norm was and he had been with his lover since they were both eighteen--- they're both now approaching forty. I know Norm was the "bottom" in that relationship and I was beyond cool with it. But a father worries how the world will treat his son or sons if they are gay. I can't tell you how many how many times I saw that scene of them sleeping like that and it also ending with my jerking off in my room.

There sixteenth birthday we threw this big bash with all their friends, and the vast majority were openly gay bois, mine hadn't said a word about the mutual blow jobs and neither had I. It was still their secret. But their friends were very huggy and kissing most of the day and at times it was nearly impossible to hide my growing erection. By the end of the party I was in agony, just wanting to get off. The party ended and everybody had gone home late. We all turned in, and about four in the morning I had to piss, but passing their room this time they both were facing the wall and Kevin was fucking the hell out of Kyle who was quietly moaning his head off. I stood a lil way away from the door and watched some of the hottest sex I've ever seen and began to jerk off watching Kevin's dick pummel Kyle's ass.

That's when I clearly heard Kyle clearly say, "Come on bro, fuck my pussy harder." Kevin became animalistic in his rutting, hammering Kyle's ass. I could hear Kevin's balls slap Kyle's taint

"Damn your so open, feels so fucking good."

"You going to breed me again."

"Of course, it's what great pussy is for."

Kevin grunted hard and then said, "here it comes bro, my baby makers." That's when I shot my load in my hand trying my best to remain silent. I actually turned on my heel walked to the laundry room and pissed in the sink as I didn't want them seeing or hearing me. The next two years I saw that scene so many time I lost track, but I noticed it was always Kyle who was on the bottom and I never made a peep or was discovered. Again letting them think their father didn't know. My feelings though were changing though too as well as my dreams which were always filled with my fucking & breeding them both.

Their eighteenth birthday I asked if it could be just the three of us to celebrate their birthday and they both agreed. I made my infamous five cheese five meat lasagne, a nice big Caesar salad and a big cassata cake for desert. And since it was just the three of us we were all nude that Saturday. Not bothering to dress at all.

"Um, Dad. We need to tell you something," they both said in unison as we ate their birthday cake.

"I know, you're both gay."

"You know! How do you even know?"

"Well for starters the 69 sleeping with your moths stuffed with each others cocks when you were twelve. I saw the two of you many times doing that then the fucking at sixteen."

"Oh gawd."

"What? I just let you bois figure it out, you know. You're both gay, you're both gay so what! I noticed something though."

"What would that be?"

"Well it's Kyle who's always ass up, and he calls it pussy."

"That's true. I am Dad, and it's how I see things for me. Since I get fucked all the time, it's how I see my role. Being Kevin's pussy. And I'm sure you've been able too figure out I'm the more effeminate one of the two of us. I should say too that I'm non-binary."

Kevin jumped in quickly saying, "besides, Dad he's got one hungry cunt."

"Question is Kevin, do you ever go ass up?"

"Rarely, but I have.

"Would you consider going ass up for your old man?"

"I might."

Kyle jumped in greedily saying, "I'd go pussy up for you Dad all the damn time. Twice as much dick, and twice as up loads up my cunt. I mean come on."

Interview: @goodgurl4man

First I want to apologize fir not posting this great interview with @goodgurl4man ... also known as Nicky... sooner, but 8 days in hospital (end of August thru the first part of September) sets one behind schedule, but I adore their account and the content so I thought insight into Nicky would benefit readers and I hope it does. I also felt their content reflect my ideology and the way I tweet. All of the images in this post is from their Twitter feed. It is my hope you all enjoy this as much as I did. Their Twitter account describes the feed as:

I’m a boiwife, sissy, bottomgurl. I’m very submissive and obedient to my alphas (still need some training).

PB: Let's start simply. Do you have a Daddy/husband/lover or are you single gurl serving Alpha's at large?

Nicky: I am a single girl unfortunately. I am looking for a Daddy/someone to call me their girlfriend but it’s a bit hard. The dating scene isn’t super “diverse” for where I live and people online I feel only want me for kink purposes or for my nudes. This is understandable though seeing as I post porn. But I’m just saying, ironically, I haven’t found much luck finding a good “Daddy” on Twitter either. However, I do consider I’m serving alphas at large by producing the content I do. I’ve gotten quite a few gays/bottoms/gurls telling me I helped them find their way and realize who they truly are and what they want out of a relationship/kink dynamic and I think that’s super cool and I’m honored to be that person for many. Is that response appropriate length or should it be shorter/longer

PB: No that response is great. I love when others tell me too that what I tweet or blog have helped and some really go into detail on how I've done that. It felt like 2 years ago, and three Twitter accounts account like I was in a very small group of people tweeting the way I was, but I felt it was so important because there can be SO much negativity that can be geared at what for some can be construed as too much effeminate behavior. I think that's their problem and not mine. It's there own underlying insecurity about themselves and not about you at all. I had a great husband/Daddy, didn't fully realize for whatever reason fully everything I had and to the degree I had until he died last year and that has been very painful to say the least. IT was also when all of my views of myself became crystal clear; that's been a bit easier. AS I said in a very recent post on the blog not all bottoms are pussyboys, not all pussyboys adopt feminine language for the rest of their sexual parts, and not all pussyboys see themselves as gurls either. I know I'm way more than just a bottom. There's this whole submissive girly side to myself that I'm really beginning to love. Having been called a boi-wife, seen as his gurl and for me I wish it had come much earlier than it had. I'm wondering when did all of the pieces fall into place for you?

Nicky: Well it’s unfortunate that your husband passed away. It can be very rare for bottoms to find that special Daddy they need in their lives and then for them to lose him really sucks. It all started for me maybe at like 15 when I would lurk on tumblr and I came across chastity. I was already intrigued by bdsm and the general dynamic of a dom and sub relationship. I remember coming across a cartoon photo of a twink raising his shirt to find a chastity cage and a man with a huge bulge smirking. I thought that was so hot. That same account also had a guy in lingerie and I thought that was super appealing as well. I was bullied a lot when I was younger so I guess my brain kinda developed a kink for wanting to be humiliated and I guess that can be seen in the chastity kink. I also have been discouraged from feminine things as a child so for a man to encourage that in me when I men have been the ones bullying me for it feels like ecstasy. Having daddy issues also help reinforce my need for a Daddy. I like being coddled but still in a humiliating (condescending) way like the way I portray in my posts. I guess it’s a mix of what I’m used to (being bullied) and what I want (to be protected and cared for). I don’t know if any of that really made sense but that’s what’s in my head. If want me to clarify further or connect some more dots let me know.

PB: I'm not much for shame, guilt or humiliation but I get why others are as we're all so vastly different. For me so much has happened the last 2 1/2 years.

Nicky: Yeah I suppose for me it’s being underneath a man and being his. I guess humiliation can be a way that that can be done.

PB: I think for me it's that loving, caring, supportive aspect that draws me to a man. That you're closest to him, more honest in many ways. That old fairytale idea of getting to the point of finishing each other sentences. But I know that's not for everybody either. I just think there's so much shame to being viewed as to effeminate. The whole: "no fats, no fems, no Asians, no this, not that...blah.. blah.. blah" thing that really irks me to no end. As you said when a man notices it in us though it is ecstasy. Have you gotten to the point though where you're comfortable on your own-- that is your mind. Are you ok now being viewed differently and if so what got you there?

Nicky: Well I totally agree with the fairytale theory. I definitely do dream of a perfect relationship where I’m my man’s girlfriend and we cuddle all the time and want to everything together. I cook for him give him massages and he takes me out and protects me. Of course that’s the dream. And yeah people being very picky in the sense of saying no fems and no fats no this no that is super annoying. I don’t think I understand what you mean on your own can you elaborate so I can better answer.

PB: I guess what I was asking is are coping ok being single, as so many say you can't really begin to love anyone else until you love yourself. I'm not sure about that though...

Nicky: I know that’s a sentiment that gets passed along and I definitely understand that. If you find yourself and who you are in another person you could be subject to codependency and you’ll feel lost without that person. But the reality of the situation is girls like me need that validation. We need to feel it from someone else and feeling it from a man is the best thing in the world. I do feel lonely being single but I still have my wits about me not to get with just anyone. But I really do hope I find a man to embrace me for who I am and encourage me to be the way I am. Hopefully see me as his girl and love every moment of it. So of course I am coping with it but I do feel like I should be under a man and his guidance and be his “boiwife” in a sense. I guess it can also stem from the daddy issues like I said. Because I never received that male validation when I was younger, I seek it now.

PB: I strongly believe that girls like us absolutely need that validation from the man we are with and I completely back up your thoughts when we lose it. As you may know I lost my Husband/Daddy of 18 wonderful years last July and the anguish I've been in since then has been unsurmountable. I've become a drunk because of the lose. It's the only way I've coped and it frightens me because I know my Daddy would put me over his knee, bare butt up and spank me something terrible for doing that. But after all those years, I don't know who I am alone and I'm seeing how deeply he understood me in ways I thought he had not. He was telling me in his words and his ways and not necessarily in the way I wanted them said or done and I missed a lot of it until he passed away. That pain has only added to my loss and it is something we never talk about in a Dom/sub Daddy/boi or gurl relationship. Unfortunately at some time we all face it as nobody lives forever but I wish we could talk about it more. I wish my husband and i talked about it more as well, say all of the things we left unspoken even to the degree of how our relationship and marriage was. The night for me are still the very worst and the loneliness, I can't even form the words to describe that and as a writer that is terrifying.

Nicky: Yeah that is such a horrible thing to go through. And that’s what I mean by codependency. Because even though it is great to get validation from men it is very important to have a sense of self outside of them for the instance that things don’t work out or other circumstances that take them out of our lives. And hat unhealthy attachment can lead to unhealthy coping mechanisms as you’ve witnesses yourself. So while I know that a man’s validation love and acceptance can feel like ecstasy and it’s something I hope I get to experience someday, I know that just like any other drug, the withdrawal can be hard.

PB: I didn't and still don't see it as a bad thing. It was a lot of things learning after-- how much I really meant to him, that he did see me the way I wanted to, moving from our home because it was in a survivorship, finding which which has been extremely hard, friends who turn out to be jerks, not having feedback on decision making it's been so much. I think, for us, we depended on each other so much like a lot couples these days. Makes you wonder, or at least me, how much of this is this "1950's submissive housewife" mentality.

Nicky: Yeah well that’s really good that it was positive for you. And yeah it all is very reminiscent of a 50s housewife kinda lifestyle. I know it can get controversial because that era is heavily criticized for its misogyny but it really does fit in the mold of what girls like us want. We want to be seen as girl, at least by our man, and we want to serve him as such. We want to be the girl in the relationship. Clean for him; this can be very therapeutic for us. Cook for him; I’m such a feeder I love seeing a man eat my cooking. Massage him; I love giving guys massages and they often tell me how good it feels. And there’s lots more but yes we do romanticize that type of lifestyle because it seems to really be the backbone of the dynamic we seek.

PB: Can we talk a lil bit about the differences we may both see between: bottoms, pussybo's, good gurls & submissive's & the cross over some of them may have. It's something I don't think a lot of talk about.

Nicky: Well I think pussyboys and good girls aren’t necessarily distinctly different I believe. I think the specific differences are found from boiwives/gurls, bottoms, and submissive. The most simple one is a bottom. That is just someone who happens to be in he bottom position. It’s someone who likes to be on he receiving end of sex. A submissive is someone who likes to be on the receiving end of a dominant dynamic with someone. Someone who likes to obey or be made to obey. People who are submissive don’t have to be bottoms but you would find that hey are often bottoms. Boiwives or good gurls are submissive bottoms but the hint that makes them different is that they view their position in the dynamic as that of a girl. So someone with a Pussy or calling the penis a clit. The submissive nature can be found in obviously their sex life, but also their normal life. So if hey go out hey might hold hands and embrace each other in a way that makes it obvious to everyone around hem who the “girl” in the relationship is. It’s obeying him even outside of “kink”. Those are he main differences in my opinion.

PB: When or how, or maybe it involves both did you figure out you were a good girl?

Nicky: I’d probably say it was when I was on tumblr. Like I said I realized that those feminine boys who were protected by their men but still served them was something I wanted. I envied the way straight men cared for the girlfriends. I wanted the type of relationship that you’d see with masculine men and feminine women. But I didn’t envy the position of the man. I envied the position of the woman. Being treated like a girlfriend. Being princess carried and coddled the way you see in the movies was something I really wanted for myself.

PB: I completely understand that idea. I think it's something we all want as "effeminate men". I embrace that part fully now; I think I did way earlier but I may not have understood it as I do now. At 56 I have so much insight into my life now. This phase with tumblr, how old were you if I can ask?

Nicky: Haha I was pretty young I think I hot have been 15.

PB: See I wish I had that opportunity to view a whole bigger gay world at the age; but 1982 didn't have those options then 7 especially in the middle of no where country-ville Ohio.... think smaller than Mayberry <lol>.

Nicky: Right I’m sure. The internet does allow more access for these things so that people can find who they are and how to express these things.

PB: Did having male/male sex that first time help make things clearer than they were before sex? And if so, how so?

Nicky: Well I don’t think I could really say lol cuz I’m still a virgin.

PB: That’s interesting. But than again so much of what we’ve talked about is so much more than just sex and it seems like a lot of times a lot of people miss that.

Nicky: Yeah it really is deeper than just sex and it could be seen as something super sexual which it understandably is but it’s more than that.

PB: Could you expand on that a lil, as I think readers would be really interested in knowing what you mean by that, myself included.

Nicky: Yeah well I just think that being a boiwife is more than a sex thing, it encompasses the dynamic you have up with your man, it’s the feeling of protectiveness from the man and servitude from the gurl that makes the boiwife thing so appealing. Like you just assumed I had a sex before when I haven’t and it’s an assumption made by quite a few on here but it’s because I don’t need to have sex to know that this is what I want, it’s just something I know.

PB: You're right in calling me out about my assumption, but your vision seems so clear & concise to me that for me it made sense you had had sex, my mistake. For you to realize so much I think is a feat many who even have sex don't get and that says a lot about you; and yes you are right in that does encompass a whole dynamic. Heck, even I've written about that here, and that is way more beyond sex. What I find interesting is that when you do have sex with a man, the type you want I think you're point of view will only solidify hopefully what becomes a beautiful relationship as it may not take as much "training" as they say of you as his submissive if that makes any sense.

Nicky: Yes I totally understand that. I do imagine my views will only be more solidified and cemented. It will be a very beautiful experience for me to have and give myself to a man and let him inside me and for him to allow me to be his girl in that moment. It’s an experience I’m looking forward to.

PB: When & why did you start tweeting the way you do? And what keeps you motivated to continue?

Nicky: I’m not sure when I did but I did it because I’m a pretty good writer and I thought it would be cool for me to do. It’s cool to look at a photo and put your own kinky spin on it with a nicely written caption. Bringing photos to life with words is such a cool craft and I love doing that. It can be a drag to try and keep up with posting and I wish I could post more frequently but I’d probably say the feedback is what keeps me going. It can sometimes feel like you’re putting in a lot of work and putting it out into a void but when people like and comment it can feel like I’m actually doing something that’s being heard by people. My sisters and and alphas that interact are really what keep this account going.

PB: The feedback for me too has been incredible both from my fellow "sisters" and Daddies. Like you I wish there was more time to fully round out my twitter experience, but there's only so many hours n the day... you know. So final question, What's the one or two big pieces of advice you could give.

Nicky: My biggest piece of advice would probably be to do what’s right for you. I can post what I want and guide my sisters all day long but the fact of the matter is there is no rule book or blueprint that has to be followed. Some girls might not like being called “girls” but still want to be a boiwife. Some sisters are actually trans and their identity has nothing to do with kink or a man. Some people might never want to touch their clit and lock up in chastity, some might want their clit to be touched a lot during sex. There’s so many combinations and so many ways it can work for there to just be one way of thinking. Do what’s right for you and find someone who will encourage what’s right for you. Kink is supposed to be fun and enjoyable. Finding yourself and your identity should be an opening experience not one that shuts you down or makes you feel bad. So find what works for you and enjoy the ride.

The Blindfold

It was bad enough that Bart, my roommate for the last two years, my Daddy for the last six months, was renting me out to fellow classmates at State.  I was spending four to five afternoons every week, buck naked on our bed, taking stud-boy cock up my always sore and aching pussy.   And it was usually four or five different dudes every afternoon.  I’d stink of cum by the time they were finished with me.  All that was bad enough.  But Bart insisted that I always be blindfolded during these sessions.  Always.  So I never knew who was fucking me, who was using me as their fuck-bitch, or cocksucker.  And that somehow made everything seem so much dirtier, and made me feel like such a total whore.

It’s been going on for over two months now and I’ve lost count as to how many strangers I’ve serviced.   But the thing is, whenever I’m on campus now, I can’t help noticing guys looking at me and smiling, smiling as if they’re remembering what they did to me, what they did to my naked body. And sometimes a group of them will be standing together and talking and laughing as they look at me, and I don’t know if one of them is describing what he did to me just yesterday, or last week, or last month, or whether all of them have fucked me and are comparing notes.

Or it might just be that they’re all just discussing stuff they heard about me from other dudes who’ve fucked me and deciding whether they wanted to rent me out for an hour or two. Or it might be that it’s all my imagination, that they’re not even talking about me at all.  And that’s thing. Not knowing who’s fucked me, I don’t know what’s going on. It makes me feel like I’m buck naked every time I walk around the campus now, totally exposed to all of my classmates.

And it’s even worse when I’m with friends. Has Mike fucked me? Has Jeff? Ben and Steve? Have every one of my friends already fucked me and shared jokes about it?  Am I the laughingstock of everyone I know?  Or is it all in my mind?  I just don’t know, and it drives me crazy.

Like I said, it’s bad enough being turned into a fuck-whore for total strangers, but not knowing who’s fucking me makes it so much worse.  I just wish Bart would let me dispense with the blindfold and let me see who’s fucking me, who I’m sucking off, whose piss I’m downing.  Of course, it might be worse knowing that it was Ben and Steve who double-dicked me last week, or that Mike’s the dude who’s been fucking me at least four times every week since the very start. All that would be terrible to find out.   I don’t want to find that out. But, not knowing, I also can’t help worrying that my fears are well-founded and that it’s not strangers I’ve been servicing but my closest friends, that it’s my closest friends who’ve been bitching me out like a dirty little whore.

Oh, God, this fucking blindfold is driving me nuts!

The Pool

Putting the pool in the yard was rather expensive, but you have never regretted doing it. 

It was a day after the pool was open that your son started skinny dipping in it daily. A few days later all of his friends were all swimming naked in the pool as well. Some of the hottest guys around actually. All big dicked and big asses.

You enjoy watching them live on your security cameras. It was on video that you first saw your son sucking his friend's dicks and you figured out he was a big time cum whore slut.

However, your favorite video is the one where your son is being spit roasted by ten guys taking turns in his pussy & mouth. You watch it while your son is pussy up for you all the time. Nice having a cum dump pussygurl for a son and all it took was building the pool---money well spent.

Big Dick Delimma

"So you want to suck my big dick?" The boi came up to me in the locker room and asked. Apparently he had noticed I had been looking at him. I couldn't help it. The boi's cock was massive.

"No, but I'll fuck your pussy," I offered.

"Why is it all the daddies are tops?" he asked, dejected and turning away.

"Not all of us are," I said, making him stop and turn around.

"Oh yeah?" He challenged me. "Then how come I can't find a Daddy who wants this," he said grabbing his massive growing erection.

"They are probably scared of that," I answered. Fuck, if I were a bottom, I would be terrified at the thought of that thing going in my pussy. "But I know someone who can help you out. Who loves huge dick cunting him."

"Oh yeah? What will it cost me?" He asked.

I wondered why he thought it would cost him anything. "If I give you his info, you have to make him take you balls deep in both holes. No letting him off easy. Beyond that, you can do almost anything you want with him. Tell him if he doesn't satisfy you, you'll let me know."

"Why would that matter to him?" The kid asked.

"You don't really understand, do you?" I asked him. "He'd rather super-glue his pussy closed than admit to me that he failed to please a man I sent to him."

The next time I saw the kid he had a big smile on his face. "I owe you one," he said.

"I know you do," I smiled back. I knew my husband would not let me down.

A Top's Point of View

This is what happens with unwilling men I ass fuck them. It doesn’t matter if they’re straight, gay, bi or on the down low. They’re resistant to the idea of being fucked & bred by a stranger. 

With some force, total domination and control they submit to be ass fucked and 98% without a condom. About five minutes into the fuck. Once their assholes are busted open, and loosened up to accommodate my big dick they are happy and welcoming... as they call it now that they are enjoying it... pussies accepts my big dick. Just that quick. They turn total big dick loving pussygurl bitch power bottoms, totally enjoying my dick and rut. 

If their now totally owned, big cock hungry, loving pussies could talk, they’ve be saying: Damn that feels good Daddy, I’m feeling erotic thrills, breathtaking, exciting, exhilarating, hair-raising, heart-stopping, intoxicating, mind-blowing, mind-boggling, thrilling, tantalizing, pussy sensations throughout my entire big dick loving, bitch body. Please don’t stop Daddy, don’t ever stop fucking my big dick hungry pussy. My pussy needs your big dick, like my lungs need air to breathe. 

Said another now totally owned cunted pussygurl. Dick rule, pussies happily get used. 

Meme's

The following meme's along with others (that are not tagged "found") were all created by me at the start of COVID-19 & can ONLY be found here. I've made the decision to from now on to only share the ones I created....

 

The Workout

I remember this shared moment with John vividly. I was at the gym after a workout. I had pushed myself hard. There are lots of mirrors at the gym I use. I love looking buff. John was also working out, but lifted considerably more than me, just bigger all around. I've stroked to enough gay porn that I suspected he was also bigger below the belt. I complemented him on how much weight he was using on the leg press. Mostly I am mum in the gym because, well, I do watch a lot of gay porn so it feels a little awkward to make any comments.

I wasn't sure if he was watching me at all. What I do to really push myself is to think of fucking and getting fucked. I don't think about women at all, just two guys fucking like animals. That really helps get me to a deep exhaustion. Some of my grunts are the same as during sex (but only I know that, I think).

I took my shower. I love to get all soapy and touch anything. I do not look around. I had a good overall muscle burn, but it was even more in my glutes.

I put on my lace bikini panties. If anything I own it's to advertise, "fuckable gurl", it would be my underwear. I snapped them in place.

John slapped my ass. "Good workout?"

After a little jump, I said, "Yeah, pretty good. Got a bit of a burn in my glutes."

"Excellent. I did too!" We smiled at each other like best friends.

We nodded. He leaned in to whisper, "You want to continue a workout? The last reps make all the difference."

I nodded, "I believe you, but I need to get home to my husband in a half hour."

He slapped my ass again, but lighter, "Understood. I live a half block away. It is just a simple routine, a classic."

That sounded interesting, so I agreed.

His place was three doors down, no need to drive. The place had all kinds of weight equipment around. It kind of smelled like a gym too. There were pictures of very buff guys on the walls in tight outfits that let you know they also had big cocks. The thing though that really caught my eye was there were condoms on almost every surface, and 3 or 4 bottles of silicon lube. He wasn't shy about being sexually active.

"Come over here to this wall and put your hands above your head, wrists together."

That struck me as an odd request, but whatever. He then pinned my wrists with one of his much larger hands. With the other he cupped my balls. I could have collapsed but he was holding me up.

John leaned his body into mine, then whispered into my ear, "Safe, sane, and consensual my tight little gym bitch. It is a simple routine: I fuck you, a classic stronger man mounting the pussygurl. I like fucking firm gym pussy."

My loins felt so hot so full of blood I couldn't think.

"Now I am going to kiss my married firm gym buddy." He said this so slowly and deliberately, I was having trouble staying on my feet. "If you kiss back, I will consider that consent to fuck your pussy."

He leaned in an paused just as our lips touched. And then I was smashing into his kiss, mouth open, tongue everywhere. It was the clearest consent signal I could give. As we made out, I noticed his place had no AC. Our bodies were so close together we already making sex sweat.

He pulled on my hair and returned to making out like strong men. Even his tongue felt strong. He still had my wrists pinned against the wall.

"Suck my cock bitch," he ordered.

I dropped to my knees. I hadn't scoped out his cock. Now the bulge was the center of my world. He had a wide one. I licked him through his classic white underwear, to get a sense of his cock. He also felt long. I had to see his head, so peeled back his underwear...uncut. I love a dom top whose cut. I tongue the head of his cock, but he was already nearly stiff, so just took him down to the base.

"Aw fuck, you little tight fucking bitch" John said...it was a compliment."Lying hungry pussygurls. Roll the cameras." I only found out later John liked to tape his sexual conquests. Mostly for his own JO, but if something was particularly good, he would check about sharing it with others. I was too busy focusing on getting a little air and not gagging too much.

I don't even remember how we got completely naked so fast, but there we were, me sucking on his hog, and he was now fondling my ass with his strong hands. He used the closest pump bottle of silicon-based lube. I could hear the little pump go, and then he was circling my cunt with his middle finger. He pressed and my twat gave no resistance to his well-lubed finger.

"You fucking bitch," and John pressed his finger in deep. I could feel he biceps power a deep finger fuck, lifting up my ass. I almost forgot I was gagging on his cock. I picked up the speed of the head bobs. Such a wonderful feeling: mouth full of cock, my cunt getting finger-slammed.

"You fucking bitch" as John worked in two fingers. Christ his fingers were fat. It was on the edge of hurting. I went so deep on his cock I tried to lick his balls. I am not sure if it works, his fingers in my pussy were intense.

"You fucking bitch" as John got in the third finger. That did smart, but the burn was not too bad and I was crazy horny so didn't care.

"Get off my cock you cunt," John ordered, pulling me by the hair.

Off of him I did go.

"Now get on all fours looking that way."

I complied. I still stayed in character, so felt a little fear as he positioned himself behind me. I felt his hard cock rub my ass cheek, then his cock head touch my dangling ovaries. A strong hand gripped my shoulder as his cock head touched the target of my opened pussy.

"I promised to fuck your cunt," and with one push, he was in. I was moaning, he was grunting from the fuck, it was just intense. There was the sweat of our bodies, we were both working the fuck, extending the workout. I could feel him building up to his climax. That was the picture, John cumming in my pussy. He not only has a big, cut cock, but also makes a sea of semen. He had a good dozen or more spasms. What a stud.

 The lube did get used well. I didn't see any tissues for wiping up the mess he left deep up my twat. I asked him about it.

"Oh no, boy. You have to wear my cum home. He won't notice, but you will. Go put on you very gay bikini briefs," as he patted my ass. 

Could I get away with that? I shook my head at my situation, worn out from a good workout at the gym and a better one here at John's. I did love the idea of his load leaking out of me. I got dressed and when to give him a peck, but we ended up with another deep French kiss that got my head spinning because it was lighter and his semen was trickling down my inner thigh.

Epilog

I told the husband it was the best workout ever. I did not tell him why. It turns out the place John and I fucked was not John's place at all. One of the older members of the gym has money and is into gym sex. He pays for the place, the charge being the little camera show. It is that old perv that goes through the footage to try and pick out the best picture. Now when I work out, the only thing I listen for is guys talking about visiting that place. Everyone in the know knows I am a willing slut. I still like looking at that image of John releasing into me.